Guan Lin chuckled and said, "Looks like Lao Jiang and Fu Bao have good cards. Let me check them for you, and I'll bet another two hundred without looking at the cards. Let's see who else bets without checking their cards."
Guan Lin chuckled and placed a blind bet of two hundred, but Yu Qiang, who was behind him, raised his cards and said, "I don't have your guts. Lao Jiang and Fu Bao both looked at their cards, so I had no choice but to."
After glancing at it, Yu Qiang muttered a curse again and then threw the cards away. In the past, Fu Gui would never have suspected anything from this action and expression, but now he knew that he and Guan Lin had been acting all along.
Fushan didn't dare to bet secretly anymore. After Yuqiang threw down his cards, he picked up his cards and looked at them. His expression was no different from Fubao's. His hole cards were three eights. How could he not be excited?
Naturally, Zhou Xuan hurriedly counted out five hundred dollars and put them into the game. He knew he had a straight flush, but he couldn't go too far. He also picked up his cards, looked at them, and then, with the same expression as Fu Bao and Fu Shan, counted out five hundred dollars and put them in.
Zhou Xuan was faking it, but Fu Gui knew perfectly well. He also knew from the back of the cards that his hole cards were three Kings. And secretly, Zhou Xuan gently nudged his waist with his finger, a signal for him to continue betting.
Fu Gui hesitated for a moment, but this was partly feigned and partly out of genuine concern. He was worried that Zhou Xuan wasn't entirely confident, and that if he gambled, he would lose far more than a small amount of money—at least tens of thousands.
Without hesitation, Fu Bao threw in another 500 yuan. This second bet after spinning around was much calmer for Fu Bao. He threw in 500 yuan with confidence, without the trembling he had before.
Of course, I wasn't scared just now, I was just excited after getting such a strong hand. And with so many people betting big in the game, how could I not be excited?
Fu Bao called the bet. This was Lao Jiang's second round, and he didn't want to call again. He counted out a thousand yuan and wanted to see Fu Bao's cards. Since the two were sitting next to each other, Fu Bao didn't specifically tell Lao Jiang to be careful not to let others see his cards.
Old Jiang picked up Fu Bao's cards with trembling hands. He saw that the first card was an eight, and the second card was moved a little, and it was also an eight. He became nervous.
To call 500 at a time without looking at the hole cards of those who called before you clearly means you can't just have a pair of eights. For this hand to be any stronger, it would have to be three eights.
Old Jiang was both nervous and annoyed. It seemed he had run into a brick wall this time. He had a premonition of this, so he calmed himself down and moved the last card aside to take a look. Sure enough, it was another eight.
Old Jiang slammed Fu Bao's cards down in front of Fu Bao, muttering as he stuck his own cards into the discard pile, furious. Such a great hand, and it was still lost.
Along with the loss, there was also a loss of 1,500 yuan. Old Jiang looked at the large pile of bright red banknotes in the room, his eyes filled with envy. It seemed that 99% of the money from this round had gone to Fu Bao. That guy was really lucky.
Guan Lin calmly put in another two hundred dollars, smiled and spread his hands, signaling Fu Shan to speak. Fu Shan had three sixes, so he naturally refused to pick up his cards and look at other people's cards, and directly counted the money and put it in.
Zhou Xuan smiled, counted out a thousand coins, and asked to see Fu Shan's cards. Fu Shan held out his hand and said, "Give me your cards, I want to see your cards."
Zhou Xuan didn't argue with him, smiled faintly, and handed him his hand. Fu Shan took it, glanced at it discreetly, then chuckled and said, "Brother Hu, sorry, your hand is just a tiny bit weaker than mine."
After saying that, he covered Zhou Xuan's card and placed it in front of Zhou Xuan. Although his card was bigger, this was not the final showdown, so he had to cover Zhou Xuan's card and put it aside. If he threw it into the pile of discarded cards, and Zhou Xuan insisted that his card was bigger, then there would be a dispute.
Zhou Xuan smiled, seemingly indifferent; the outcome was exactly what he had anticipated.
Fu Gui, however, stopped being suspicious and put the money in directly, never playing any cards and always betting secretly.
Fu Bao, with three eights, naturally wouldn't start a fight, betting five hundred at a time. Fu Gui and Guan Lin also secretly bet two hundred at a time, and the four of them continued to compete like this.
After about ten rounds of play, Fu Gui and Guan Lin each wagered nearly three thousand, while Fu Bao and Fu Shan wagered nearly eight thousand, bringing the total to almost twenty-five thousand.
Seeing that no one was drawing cards, seemingly determined to fight to the bitter end, Fushan couldn't hold on any longer. He had three sixes, and although he was confident, he was throwing in money, cash, not paper. Seeing that most of his 13,000 in cash was gone, he became worried and hesitated for a moment before deciding to look at Fubao's cards.
Among the people present, only Fu Bao had his hand open, while Fu Gui and Guan Lin had theirs hidden. It was impossible for the hidden bets to win against his three sixes. The only concern was Fu Bao's open hand, which was betting so much and not being able to beat others. In addition, Lao Jiang had also been defeated by him, so there was still some concern.
After counting out a thousand dollars, Fushan said, "Second Brother, let me see your cards."
Fu Bao is the second oldest in his family. He is a cousin of Fu Shan and Fu Gui, who are from different branches of the family, so he is called the second brother.
Fu Bao was also a little nervous; there were tens of thousands of yuan in the venue, how could he not be nervous?
"Fushan, you were the one who picked my cards, show me yours," Fubao said, extending her hand. Fushan immediately became even more nervous; Fubao's expression clearly indicated that he had a very strong hand.
Fushan nervously gathered his cards together and handed them to Fubao. Seeing Fushan's eagerness to see his cards, Fubao guessed they might be a flush or a straight flush—not a very strong hand. But when Fubao peeked at the cards, he was momentarily stunned.
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Fu Bao was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. This trump card was only slightly smaller than his own, while Fu Shan's card was by no means small. No wonder he looked so unwilling.
Fortunately, she still won. Fu Bao wiped the sweat from her forehead, then returned the hole card to Fu Shan, took a breath, and said, "Fu Shan, you've got the big one."
After saying that, he realized he had made a mistake and quickly added, "No, no, it's my little... no, no, it's still wrong..."
Fukuyama was also confused and asked angrily, "Whose is bigger, yours or mine?"
Fu Bao blushed and said, "Yes, yes, yes...it's my big one."
"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Fukuyama was somewhat incredulous. Fukubo looked a little confused, so it wasn't surprising that he'd made a mistake. He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your trump card, I'll see it myself."
Fu Bao blushed and handed him her trump card. Fu Shan angrily took it and looked at it, but the result left him speechless.
If Fu Bao's hand was much bigger than his, that would be fine, but it was only by a tiny bit, which made him feel a little upset.
Then there were only three players left: Fu Bao, Fu Gui, and Guan Lin. The three of them were not giving way to each other. Fu Bao had his cards up, the other two had their cards hidden, and he himself had a winning hand of three eights. Why was he afraid? Even if the other two kept their cards hidden until next year, he would still follow without playing his cards.
Guan Lin believed that he had three Aces and his opponent had three Kings and three Eights, so he wasn't worried about the bet. He had also arranged for the box to be placed, so naturally he wasn't worried.
Although Fu Gui was worried, he trusted Zhou Xuan more. However, after following Zhou Xuan for so long, he didn't have much cash left. He had only brought about 15,000 yuan with him when he boarded the ship, and he had already followed Zhou Xuan for 9,000 yuan. He was starting to feel a bit insecure.
Zhou Xuan smiled, then pushed the 20,000 yuan in cash in front of him to Fu Gui and said, "Brother Fu Gui, you look radiant, you must be having good luck. Can I add another 20,000 yuan to my bet?"
Without a second thought, Fu Gui took it and said in a deep voice, "I can't raise the stakes. Consider it a loan from you, but if I win, I can give you some interest."
(Some readers said they didn't like the card-playing scenes anymore, so I apologize and will only briefly mention them in this chapter; they're just a transitional element.)
Volume 1, Chapter 469
Chapter 469
Fu Gui said this to avoid attracting attention. He had won everything himself, so what was a little interest? Even if Zhou Xuan wanted all the cash, he wouldn't care. At least Zhou Xuan had helped him realize that Guan Lin and Yu Qiang had been setting traps for them all along.
Guan Lin had about 30,000 in cash in front of him, and had bet about 15,000, leaving him with about 15,000. Yu Qiang also had about 30,000. The two had agreed on this beforehand. Money is attractive in gambling dens. Just looking at the money, the two of them together had more than 60,000, which was very tempting.
Fu Gui took Zhou Xuan's 20,000, and with his own remaining amount, he had about 30,000, which was more than double Guan Lin's 15,000.